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So his instincts were right, Rory had just put his foot down. It was a relief, while he struggled to say no to either of them, Ace was just so earnest and eager most times, he'd find himself agreeing to an impromptu outing even when he would rather stay in.
He was getting better about it, but he still appreciated the help nonetheless. He didn't like discouraging his wanderlust, or his want to include him, but right now especially.. it was a risk he'd rather avoid.
With how infrequently Arrow stepped foot in the Multiverse, and yet he'd still found himself targeted, he didn't like the odds that they may stumble into trouble themselves.
His psyche was still a touch tender.. last thing he wanted, or needed, was to run into an NK vessel himself.. He shuddered to even think about it.
"I'll take casual where I can get it. Think I can handle being catered to, for just one meal."
He poked his multicolored tongue at him playfully, snickering and pulling him in for one last lingering kiss, only to break it with giggle from his proud, emphasized usage of the word registering, gently bonking their skulls together.
"I don't know if you, and low-key would ever naturally go together, darlin'. That's more Rory's forte. So don't worry, I know better."
He grinned teasingly, pulling away after a smooch to his forehead, sitting up to stretch with a subtle popping of relaxed bones, beginning to gather up the supplies he'd moved to the opposite end of the couch.
"Mm.. and since you were so worried about it, tell you what. Since I'm sure I'm not allowed to lift a finger to help, I'll get a little more work done while you're busy in the kitchen. I can bring my stuff in and sketch at the table. Easy peasy."
"Please, be my distraction."
Came the artist's nearly purred reply before they sank fully into the kiss that he'd instigated, comfortable in each other's arms, and the couch where he'd guided them to in the midst of it.
He was content to let it linger until breath for both of them became necessary, happy to nudge his skull against his own, gazing up with ink-damp sockets half-lidded, the flashy fluster over his cheekbones as colorful as ever.
It never failed to make his remnant of a soul flutter, when those three words were reciprocated. Whether it was in Ace's confident drawl, or Rory's quieter, and flustered static-y gruff, when he once was the one to verbally express it for the both of them, it meant so much to hear it echoed back.
He was drawn out just a little from his smitten stupor, when he felt Ace's clumsy attempts to brush at the ink, and his comment that followed, a muffled little snort-giggle escaping him from the apologetic aperture kiss.
"You got me looking like a 'coon, hmm?"
Keeping his arms locked comfortably around him, he pulled back enough to meet his gaze directly, brows raised curiously, but with a mischievous smile.
"Well, this 'coon has a question for you, cowpoke."
He chuckled at the puzzled expression now worn by the other, pushing down the urge to kiss him again when he tilted his head like an adorably confused pup.
Rein it in Perc, this was important, dang it.
"While all this was absolutely more than enough.. I know full well that you are equal parts ridiculous, and sweet."
He shook his head a little, giving his aperture a playful boop of his finger after each adjective for emphasis, before gently cupping his striped cheek against his palm, with a gentle caress over his blue fluster with a thumb.
"So.. am I correct in assuming that, there's even more to prepare for?"
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"Please, be my distraction."
Came the artist's nearly purred reply before they sank fully into the kiss that he'd instigated, comfortable in each other's arms, and the couch where he'd guided them to in the midst of it.
He was content to let it linger until breath for both of them became necessary, happy to nudge his skull against his own, gazing up with ink-damp sockets half-lidded, the flashy fluster over his cheekbones as colorful as ever.
It never failed to make his remnant of a soul flutter, when those three words were reciprocated. Whether it was in Ace's confident drawl, or Rory's quieter, and flustered static-y gruff, when he once was the one to verbally express it for the both of them, it meant so much to hear it echoed back.
He was drawn out just a little from his smitten stupor, when he felt Ace's clumsy attempts to brush at the ink, and his comment that followed, a muffled little snort-giggle escaping him from the apologetic aperture kiss.
"You got me looking like a 'coon, hmm?"
Keeping his arms locked comfortably around him, he pulled back enough to meet his gaze directly, brows raised curiously, but with a mischievous smile.
"Well, this 'coon has a question for you, cowpoke."
He chuckled at the puzzled expression now worn by the other, pushing down the urge to kiss him again when he tilted his head like an adorably confused pup.
Rein it in Perc, this was important, dang it.
"While all this was absolutely more than enough.. I know full well that you are equal parts ridiculous, and sweet."
He shook his head a little, giving his aperture a playful boop of his finger after each adjective for emphasis, before gently cupping his striped cheek against his palm, with a gentle caress over his blue fluster with a thumb.
"So.. am I correct in assuming that, there's even more to prepare for?"
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Yet again he wondered how he and his split were supposed to be the same person.
While he knew he could be one to shuffle around a bush and had his own fair share of past moments of being awkward around their mate, being worried about putting Percy further behind in work was just something that seemed stupid to the out-code in this moment.
The intention had been to take a nap and let Ace have his celebration with Perce, Sure he'd contributed in getting a gift of the paintbrushes but the one who'd really been hounding to do something for their mates birthday, had been Ace.
Rory wasn't a fan of birthdays, never understood and the point and hated the extra attention that the holiday tended to garner, even if it was for his partner and not for himself.
It still resulted in attention being thrown his way, in an equally annoying fashion.
'What are your plans for Percy's birthday?' ; 'What are you getting for Percy?'.
Things of that annoying caliber.
The reactions are about what he expected when their mate opened the present, giving a nod of his head in understanding about the reciprocated use of the loop hole.
It was fine, he could deal and if nothing else, Ace could have fun with it.
Just like now, he could have fun explaining his ridiculousness, Rory had accomplished his set task, and now was going to enjoy his promised nap.
Spot lights on you, Cowboy.
Arms catch their taller partner when he springs up from the couch, the smooch to the cheek almost being an act of summoning as eye lights shift to snow white.
"I wasn't being shy 'bout it....jus' patient. Ya were workin' and I..Didn't wanna stop ya progress s'all." He explains as the twang comes in full force from the flat exhausted gruff that normally encompasses Rory's voice.
"I know ya wouldn't mind, but ya were sayin' how you felt bad 'bout being caught up in every thin'.....but Rory decided that I was beatin' round the bush and took initiative." he sighs with a soft shake of his head.
He brings a hand up to cup his ink stained cheek, shaking off the slight annoyed bristle at his other half. Turning his focus onto their partner where he wanted it to be in the first place. "I know yer not big no ya own birthday either....but, without it I wouldn't have my person. and...having ya is something to celebrate."
"Happy Birthday, Percy."
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The strength and stability of the long arms now holding him up was reassuring, as was the physical reassurance of pats that he was accustomed to when he sought out comfort, though the amused huff of a laugh was a rather rare addition.
Despite the fact that Arrow's bond-mate was a very clingy individual, the typically impassive healer himself was usually still awkward with lingering acts of affection like this, though he'd always at least humor him when he needed the consoling.
Arrow's soul leaked positive emotions like a sieve even on his good days, so it was clear he must have just topped up from the wellspring - probably what he'd been imbibing before he'd arrived.
He was glad he was able to retain any positivity at all, after such a devastating attack on his psyche, it was certainly a good sign that he was recovering from the psychological damage.
He'd try not to worry too much that the physical changes were still so apparent - at least to him. He could see it being overlooked by those not as personally familiar.
At the unnecessary apology, he blinked and pulled away, sniffling and wiping at the lingering streaks of inky tears before they could partially dry and smear, offering his former mentor a sheepish smile.
"No.. it's okay. Sorry for just.. uh.. immediately falling apart like that."
He shook his head with a bemused laugh of his own, a faintly embarrassed rainbow lighting over his cheekbones, while he plopped himself in a seat in the grass, beside him, taking a shaky breath to help compose himself.
"I wasn't.. in a good state either. It would have done more harm than good, for us to visit too soon afterward. We both needed the time to.. get more emphatically sound. We had who we needed with us to do that, nothing more, or less."
He paused, with another sniffle, but directing a bright grin up to his guardian.
"But I am so very glad to see you, too. And how well you've recovered in such a short time."
There was a moment of distinct panic when he emerged into a mostly empty space, he focused hard on the smudges of color rather than the monotonous white of the "canvas" around it, a tactic he had learned to better cope with his kenophobia.
What was mildly discomforting for the majority of Inks, was downright triggering for him, the reminiscence of his previous life, especially in more vulnerable frames of mind, could usually push him into a panic attack if he wasn't careful.
Arrow knew this well, and usually would extend his invitation while at home to prevent Percy from being exposed to his more simplified, and traditional elemental arts of his 'Sphere.
He'd grown beyond requiring art-styles bordering on horror vacui to feel comfortable, but relative blankness could still be a hit on his mental acuity if he wasn't prepared beforehand.
Thankfully he wasn't exposed long, before more of the area began to sharpen and fill out in detail with Arrow's creative magic, breathing a relieved sigh when his surroundings took on more of a landscape piece, though feeling a sting of guilt for it being necessary.
He should have messaged ahead, he really didn't know why he hadn't, other than general eagerness to be able to see him in person.
Adjusting Broomie on his back, he began the trek through the meadow and bordering sketchy forest, the path that had been laid out for him was appreciated, but not completely necessary, as he could feel the distant pull of Arrow's wellspring, where the road was clearly leading to, in the heart of his 'Sphere.
While he hadn't been expecting a hike when the invitation had been extended, it honestly felt nice to be in motion, moving through the watercolor landscape that stretched out before him.
It was true that he led a more sedentary and relaxed life these days, but deep down he'd always be a nomad of sorts at heart. Even having a static place to call home, it would never erase the centuries of wandering the Multiverse, whether just for something to do, or his means of working as a field Guardian for Omega.
And after his weeks of reclusive, near-bedridden level of mental distress, the solitary walk through nature was cathartic, grasses crunching under foot while the wind creaked through the stark pines, finally able to see, and then hear, his mentor in the near distance.
Relief and a burst of hyperactive joy sparked through the younger Ink, and after setting Broomie down in the teal grass, he couldn't hold himself back from rushing to, and throwing himself into the much taller outcode's arms - it was just as well that Arrow had anticipated that much, or his mug would have been sent flying at Percy's exuberance at being re-united with what amounted as his only parental figure.
Gloved hands gripped a bit at the back of his former mentor's shirt in the midst of the embrace, trying to grapple with the newly minted reminder - from the seen muddy-red of his changeable eyelight - that he could have lost the first constant in his life.
He thought he'd come to terms with it, but seeing the lingering evidence of the corruption was a trigger in itself, and it was clear he was going to need a minute to ground himself anew.
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There was a moment of distinct panic when he emerged into a mostly empty space, he focused hard on the smudges of color rather than the monotonous white of the "canvas" around it, a tactic he had learned to better cope with his kenophobia.
What was mildly discomforting for the majority of Inks, was downright triggering for him, the reminiscence of his previous life, especially in more vulnerable frames of mind, could usually push him into a panic attack if he wasn't careful.
Arrow knew this well, and usually would extend his invitation while at home to prevent Percy from being exposed to his more simplified, and traditional elemental arts of his 'Sphere.
He'd grown beyond requiring art-styles bordering on horror vacui to feel comfortable, but relative blankness could still be a hit on his mental acuity if he wasn't prepared beforehand.
Thankfully he wasn't exposed long, before more of the area began to sharpen and fill out in detail with Arrow's creative magic, breathing a relieved sigh when his surroundings took on more of a landscape piece, though feeling a sting of guilt for it being necessary.
He should have messaged ahead, he really didn't know why he hadn't, other than general eagerness to be able to see him in person.
Adjusting Broomie on his back, he began the trek through the meadow and bordering sketchy forest, the path that had been laid out for him was appreciated, but not completely necessary, as he could feel the distant pull of Arrow's wellspring, where the road was clearly leading to, in the heart of his 'Sphere.
While he hadn't been expecting a hike when the invitation had been extended, it honestly felt nice to be in motion, moving through the watercolor landscape that stretched out before him.
It was true that he led a more sedentary and relaxed life these days, but deep down he'd always be a nomad of sorts at heart. Even having a static place to call home, it would never erase the centuries of wandering the Multiverse, whether just for something to do, or his means of working as a field Guardian for Omega.
And after his weeks of reclusive, near-bedridden level of mental distress, the solitary walk through nature was cathartic, grasses crunching under foot while the wind creaked through the stark pines, finally able to see, and then hear, his mentor in the near distance.
Relief and a burst of hyperactive joy sparked through the younger Ink, and after setting Broomie down in the teal grass, he couldn't hold himself back from rushing to, and throwing himself into the much taller outcode's arms - it was just as well that Arrow had anticipated that much, or his mug would have been sent flying at Percy's exuberance at being re-united with what amounted as his only parental figure.
Gloved hands gripped a bit at the back of his former mentor's shirt in the midst of the embrace, trying to grapple with the newly minted reminder - from the seen muddy-red of his changeable eyelight - that he could have lost the first constant in his life.
He thought he'd come to terms with it, but seeing the lingering evidence of the corruption was a trigger in itself, and it was clear he was going to need a minute to ground himself anew.
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Arrow feels the portal open and pushes himself up from his lazy sprawl with a grunt. Blinking tiredly in the direction of the portal doesn't do much, considering the view is cut off by the smudged outline of trees. Perhaps he should have guessed his old apprentice would come immediately, rather than later in the day...
He draws out his pen- glaring at it for a moment to make sure it stayed a pen- and raises it to draw against the horizon. The landscape of his sphere response to his intent, sketch-lines sharpening and smudge-lines shifting to something distinct. Willing a path to form from Percy to his current location, Arrow dismisses his pen and yawns before shifting to grab his mug and thermos. Now he simply needed to wait.
All around Percy, what was once a plane the color of aged parchment smudged with indistinct shades of black and grey would sharpen as their artist redefined the world for his guest, the charcoal blurs outlined with strong strokes of inky lineart. He was in the midst of a meadow of bright white flowers gently swaying in an absent breeze, a forest of tall, shadowy pines all around.
This was not where Arrow's home was within his sphere.
A path would form beneath Percy last, meandering up and around the slope of the mountainside meadow and angling into the woods. A clear indicator of where to go to find his former mentor in the unfamiliar surroundings.
As the path is followed to its end, washes of color would slowly fade in and out like diluted watercolor- another unusual sight in Arrow's sphere. The reason becomes apparent as the harsh pine forest abruptly opens up onto a vibrant spring of colored ink, a prismatic willow tree leaning over the rainbow expanse from the far side, it's delicate branches trailing ethereal green leaves over the rainbow pool. The color from pool and tree bleeds into the very air, highlighting the white of the monochrome landscape with a beautiful blend of watercolor light.
"Here, Percy." Arrow quietly calls from where he sits on the nearby grassy slope down to the ink pool. He gestures to the teal-shaded grass beside him with his free hand, the other wrapped firmly around his mug.
Most that looked at him wouldn't realize anything had happened, beyond perhaps needing more sleep, judging by the bags beneath his sockets. The smudges of ink over his cheekbones were fairly common for ink's after all. The dull, muddy red of the eye-light that wasn't a permanent V-shape would be the most obvious tell of something wrong, slowly fading.
"My apologies for the impromptu hike. I should have gone back home after I messaged you. May have been able to at least start the kettle before you got here." Arrow says with a teasing smile. He sets the mug back down beside him, fully freeing his hands- just in case he needed to catch an armful of his former ward.
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He could feel the groggy intent of his grumpy nerd through their bond as he retreated further back in their shared consciousness to rest, gently pressing his forehead to the other's, bidding him a quiet good night.
After which he directed his full attention to the cowboy's sheepish explanation, letting sockets half-close over the dual colored hearts of his eyelights.
"How many times must I say that our family, is my priority? I will always choose time with you, and Rory over my work. Whole reason I started it was because I thought you were resting, silly."
He chuckled, more than content to lean against his hand as it cupped his cheek, meeting his gaze while comfortably linking his arms around his neck.
"No matter how I feel about it.. I'm so appreciative to have someone that sees it as worth commemorating.. and you put so much love and thought into these gifts."
He could feel the warm trickle of more inky tears, but he didn't bother to brush them away, the charms on his wrist tinkling a little as his embrace tightened a little, leaning down to quietly murmur.
"Thank you, Ace. I love you, so very much.."
With that soft declaration, he closed his eyes fully and pulled him into a passionate kiss, stepping back to guide and seat them back onto the couch in the midst of it, sketchbook, box, and tablet briefly caught up in prismatic magic to be relocated to the opposite end of the couch.
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Yet again he wondered how he and his split were supposed to be the same person.
While he knew he could be one to shuffle around a bush and had his own fair share of past moments of being awkward around their mate, being worried about putting Percy further behind in work was just something that seemed stupid to the out-code in this moment.
The intention had been to take a nap and let Ace have his celebration with Perce, Sure he'd contributed in getting a gift of the paintbrushes but the one who'd really been hounding to do something for their mates birthday, had been Ace.
Rory wasn't a fan of birthdays, never understood and the point and hated the extra attention that the holiday tended to garner, even if it was for his partner and not for himself.
It still resulted in attention being thrown his way, in an equally annoying fashion.
'What are your plans for Percy's birthday?' ; 'What are you getting for Percy?'.
Things of that annoying caliber.
The reactions are about what he expected when their mate opened the present, giving a nod of his head in understanding about the reciprocated use of the loop hole.
It was fine, he could deal and if nothing else, Ace could have fun with it.
Just like now, he could have fun explaining his ridiculousness, Rory had accomplished his set task, and now was going to enjoy his promised nap.
Spot lights on you, Cowboy.
Arms catch their taller partner when he springs up from the couch, the smooch to the cheek almost being an act of summoning as eye lights shift to snow white.
"I wasn't being shy 'bout it....jus' patient. Ya were workin' and I..Didn't wanna stop ya progress s'all." He explains as the twang comes in full force from the flat exhausted gruff that normally encompasses Rory's voice.
"I know ya wouldn't mind, but ya were sayin' how you felt bad 'bout being caught up in every thin'.....but Rory decided that I was beatin' round the bush and took initiative." he sighs with a soft shake of his head.
He brings a hand up to cup his ink stained cheek, shaking off the slight annoyed bristle at his other half. Turning his focus onto their partner where he wanted it to be in the first place. "I know yer not big no ya own birthday either....but, without it I wouldn't have my person. and...having ya is something to celebrate."
"Happy Birthday, Percy."
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Percy's communication tablet will light up and chime with a message from Arrow. When he opens it, there will be the image of a key as if sketched in great detail with charcoal, along with a short note: Percy, I know you are likely busy with your bond mate and charge, so there is no rush. Use this when you have time to visit. -Arrow
The key to Arrow's doodlespere rises up from the screen, black and white and charcoal smooth to the touch without leaving any residue. Clearly Arrow was well enough, (or stubborn enough), for a visit- just not to go out yet.
Percy was once again hard at work, catching up on map requests - though thankfully he'd put a dent in the stack that had accumulated during his impromptu mental health break, his diligence paying off and allowing him to work at a less hasty pace.
He'd found a good balance, not having to sacrifice too much time with his family in order to catch up on his backlog, as well as sketch out the simpler requisitions to upload in a more timely manner.
He had just reached for his tablet to submit a newly completed entry, when the screen suddenly flashed with a message, blinking in surprise at the sender.
There was a momentary clench of dread in his fragment of a soul, that released when he quickly tapped the message to read it, relieved that it wasn't more bad news.
He was still resting in his 'Sphere, as he should be. But he was inviting him for a visit?
He vaguely wondered if he'd been cleared for visitors yet, or if this was him being blatantly stubborn. It wasn't often that he flaunted around his admin doctoral status to subvert the medical suggestions of others.
He didn't envy whichever healer had been assigned to look after him.
Soon after the message had been received, the charcoal sketch transformed into a monochrome Doodlesphere key, that he pulled from the screen when it fully materialized.
He glanced down at the key in hand, briefly considering. Rory had been called for another job, and Noctis was currently resting in his room, as he usually did after a hefty meal. Honestly, it wasn't completely necessary for one of them to be constantly home, as their charge was much more reluctant to wander out of the house without one of them.
Mostly due to the risk of running into someone from his original verse, but either way.. he chose to keep himself under lock and key, more often than not these days.
Shutting his sketchbook, he typed a quick message to Rory about his intentions to visit Arrow, and also relayed it through the closed door to his charge, before painting his portal out of the house.
With Arrow's invitation key in his possession, the portal to his 'Sphere shifted to his mentor's space, and he hesitated only a moment, before stepping through it.
He would likely be fairly surprised that he'd be able to visit without delay, but the timing had just fallen nicely into place. And well.. he probably would have jumped at the chance regardless, as much as he'd fretted over him.
It would be nice to see for himself, that he really was okay..
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“I know we promised to not do anything over the top for birthdays…but, Ace wanted to do something and, it’s been…a rough time lately. So…yeah.” A medium sized box is offered out quietly.
“Technically it’s…past your birthday so..loophole?”
Inside said box, Percy would find a corded bracelet of which a few charms are embedded along it: a cowboy hat, a cat and a fox. Along with a smaller box of paint brushes, the handles being decorated with prismatic swirls.
The artist had been settled on the couch with his sketchbook - and tablet nearby, absorbed in his current task of the creation of recently scouted verse maps, a helpful guidance for younger Guardians in their traversal through certain sectors of the Multiverse.
He'd heavily cut back on fieldwork himself, so this had become a way to more or less work remotely. In the stress of the last few weeks however, he'd fallen behind.
Now that he was feeling more emotionally sound, he'd planned to take the afternoon catching up on some of the older requests, as those less-artistically inclined field Inks had been waiting quite a while already.
He was certain he could knock out a few while Rory took his usual midday nap, so it wouldn't cut too much into quality time together.
So he was surprised, and more than a little curious when he heard his partner's quiet approach, glancing up with a puzzled tilt of the head, though he didn't have long to wait before he spoke, and then proffered a neatly wrapped box.
Brows rose at the explanation, and the attempt of indicating a loophole, chuckling with a head shake and an easy smile, setting his sketchbook aside and sitting up more properly with a stretch, before relieving him of the box.
"If that's the case, you can't whine if I use the same loophole to reciprocate."
He quipped with a playful poke-out of a multicolor tongue, placing the box in his lap and tearing off the paper, to open the box and peer into its contents.
When his gaze fell on the corded bracelet, the shape and color of his eyelights shifted to telegraph his shock, and then admiration, lifting it out to marvel over the little charms that represented each member of their little family, feeling a slight sting behind his sockets when he clipped it to his wrist.
Next was the custom paint brushes, and upon following the colorful swirls on the handles with a finger, by then, the ink had beaded up to drip a few happy tears into the bottom of the box.
He pocketed the little box of brushes, and upon setting aside the emptied birthday box, sprung up from the couch to throw his arms around his partner, pressing a kiss to his blue striped cheek, specifically on the side that Ace controlled when he fronted.
"Thank you.. both of you. Ace, love.. why have Rory deliver it? Heh.. It's not like you to be shy.~"
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🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.
[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek
[ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue
[ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection
[ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie
[ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe
[ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand
[ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire
[ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck
[ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck
[ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing
[ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe
[ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward
[ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone
[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret
[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting
[ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness
[ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain
[ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s)
[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better
[ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony
[ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance
[ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene
[ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin
[ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire
[ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder
[ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner
[ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation
[ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while
[ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion
[ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water
[ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist
[ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up
[ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends
[ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area
[ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone
[ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner
[ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard
[ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin
[ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips
[ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together
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hurt comfort prompts
“ you can stay here, if you'd like. “
“ please don't go. “
“ why don't we stay at your place tonight? “
“ can i get you anything? “
“ let's be pathetic together. “
“ are you crying? “
“ i'm glad that you're here. “
“ you're not doing this alone. “
“ i don't have anyone anymore. “ “ you have me. “
“ are you sure [about staying]? “
“ you didn't force me. i volunteered [to be here], remember? “
“ you are what’s important right now. “
“ it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent. “
“ are you sure? it's quite heavy [of a topic]. “ “ i've got all night. “
“ tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “
“ i've got nowhere else to be. “
“ you said you needed a distraction. “ “ so... where is it? “ “ you're looking right at it. “
“ why don't you come here for a second? “
“ wanna talk about it? “
“ i can't talk about it. not tonight. “
“ you need to distract me. do something, anything. “
“ i just don't want to be alone tonight. “
“ i'm tired of thinking. let's just... make out, or something “
“ i feel like shit. “ “ you look like it, too. “ “ hey! “
“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “
“ you’re a little hurt, that’s all. “
“ anything you want me to get you? “
“ nothing a good [drink] can't fix. “
“ let’s get you cleaned up. “
“ this is you thinking rationally? “
“ you're really all i've got. “
“ c'mere. let me give you a hug. “
“ and you're absolutely sure this is what you need? “
“ you don't need this right now. “
“ how long are you gonna sit there? “ “ all night, if that's what it takes. “
“ what's it gonna take to make you smile? “
“ if you're not ready to talk about it, let's not talk about it. “
“ wanna play some mario kart? it'll give us both a reason to cry when you beat me. “
“ how about we stay like this, holding each other? “
“ i don’t know what’s wrong with me. “
“ i can’t stop crying. “ “ i'll be strong for the both of us. “
“ i didn’t know where else to go. “
“ the door's always open, you know that. “
“ i thought you were leaving town. “ “ i can't leave now. “
“ there's that smile i know and love... “
“ stay with me. “
“ hey, what’s your favorite snack? “
“ i’m not leaving. “
“ just let it out. “
“ you're stronger than you think. “
“ how about i make a quick run to the store, get you some aspirin? “
“ grab a burger or something on your way home. “
“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “
“ i don't mean to bother you. “ “ you're not. “
“ hey, listen to me... “
“ you’re not a burden. “
“ aren’t you tired? “ “ this isn't about me. “
“ you’re going to be okay. “
“ hey, look at me… “
“ i don’t know what to do. “ “ we’ll figure it out. “
“ you’re not alone. “
“ hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. you're okay. “
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🐝 * ― 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑺𝑨𝒀 '𝑰 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼'.
❛ you make me complete. ❜
❛ i'm nothing without you. ❜
❛ you are the light of my life. ❜
❛ i'm so lucky to have you by my side. ❜
❛ you mean the world to me. ❜
❛ you always know just how to make me smile. ❜
❛ you're my favorite person on this whole planet. ❜
❛ i love you more than coffee, and that's saying a lot. ❜
❛ i don't want to live in a world where you aren't with me. ❜
❛ you really have no idea how much you mean to me, do you? ❜
❛ every single day i fall a little more for you. ❜
❛ i want to spend the rest of my life with you. ❜
❛ you'll always have a place in my heart. ❜
❛ you mean so fucking much to me. ❜
❛ you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. ❜
❛ you're a beautiful person, inside and out. ❜
❛ i'm here for you ... always. ❜
❛ i would do anything just to see you smile. ❜
❛ i'm completely lost without you. ❜
❛ life would be boring without you. ❜
❛ sometimes i look at you and wonder how i got so lucky. ❜
❛ you're amazing just the way you are. ❜
❛ no matter what, i'll always have your back. ❜
❛ you and i make a wonderful team. ❜
❛ every time i see you, i fall in love all over again. ❜
❛ i'm not scared of anything except losing you. ❜
❛ you take my breath away. ❜
❛ i love you more than words can say. ❜
❛ love might be hard, but with you, it seems easy. ❜
❛ you make me feel things i've never felt before. ❜
❛ you bring out the best in me. ❜
❛ you are my sunshine. ❜
❛ with you, i feel like everything is possible. ❜
❛ you're the love of my life. ❜
❛ when i'm with you, it feels like home. ❜
❛ i appreciate everything you do for me. ❜
❛ you are the most amazing person i have ever known. ❜
❛ you make me believe in love. ❜
❛ i love you with all my heart. ❜
❛ i am truly and unconditionally in love with you. ❜
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🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ( add " + " to reverse the action. )
❛ do you want to tell me about your day? ❜
❛ here, you look like you're freezing. ❜
❛ i love you just the way you are, and i'm here to remind you of that whenever you need to hear it. ❜
❛ i promise i'll always be here if you need me. ❜
❛ i wish i could take away all your pain. ❜
❛ i'll stand by you, no matter what challenges may come our way. ❜
❛ i'm gonna make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. ❜
❛ if you need a shoulder to lean on or someone to listen, i'm here. ❜
❛ if you need someone to talk to i'm always just one phone call away. ❜
❛ it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now. ❜
❛ it's okay to feel this way, we've all been there. ❜
❛ it's okay to lean on others for support occasionally. ❜
❛ just let me take care of you for a bit. ❜
❛ no matter what happens, you'll always have a place in my heart. ❜
❛ what do you need me to do to make you feel better? ❜
❛ you can always ask me for help if you need it. ❜
❛ you just relax and let me do the rest. you deserve a break. ❜
❛ you look like you could use a hug. ❜
❛ you're always taking care of me so no it's my turn to return the favor. ❜
❛ you're not alone in this. i'm here for you, no matter what. ❜
[ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders
[ breaths ] sender helping receiver to calm down by using breathing techniques
[ compliment ] sender complimenting receiver to make them smile
[ cry ] sender offering receiver a shoulder to cry on
[ gift ] sender giving receiver a small gift
[ hand ] sender holding receiver's hand while they're walking
[ hug ] sender pulling receiver into a tight embrace
[ injured ] sender helping an injured receiver with everyday tasks
[ jokes ] sender trying to make receiver laugh
[ kindness ] sender surprising receiver with random acts of kindness
[ massage ] sender giving receiver a shoulder massage to tend to their sore muscles
[ patterns ] sender drawing random patterns on receiver's skin
[ pillow ] sender offering receiver to use them as a pillow
[ scars ] sender gently tracing receiver's scars
[ sick ] sender bringing a sick receiver whatever they need ( food / medicine / etc. )
[ steady ] sender wrapping an arm around receiver's waist to steady them
[ support ] sender quietly sitting down next to receiver to let them know they're there
[ touch ] sender letting receiver know they're there through simple touch
[ warmth ] sender pulling receiver into their arms to share body heat
[ wound ] sender cleaning / bandaging receiver's wound(s)
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🐝 * ― 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
❛ i'm so excited for the holidays already! ❜
❛ winter is my favorite season of the year. everything looks just so pretty. ❜
❛ you look like you're freezing. come on, let's warm up inside. ❜
❛ eat this, it's a new cookie recipe i've tried. ❜
❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜
❛ let's just stay in, light a fire and watch some movies. ❜
❛ the holidays aren't so bad with you around. ❜
❛ isn't it a little bit early to start decorating already? ❜
❛ i'll be going home for the holidays ... do you want to come with me? ❜
❛ i've never seen snow before. ❜
❛ i know it's a little early but i figured i'd give you your present already. ❜
❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜
❛ you've never been ice skating before? ❜
❛ if i'm slipping, i'm totally blaming you. ❜
❛ do you have any plans for the holidays? ❜
❛ i've prepared some hot chocolate / eggnog / mulled wine if you want to come in. ❜
❛ we should give our snowman a name. ❜
❛ are there any traditions you have for the holidays? ❜
❛ i can't wait for it to be summer again ... ❜
❛ want to go gift shopping with me? ❜
[ mistletoe ] sender and receiver standing under a mistletoe together
[ cocoa ] sender bringing receiver a mug of hot chocolate
[ skating ] sender and receiver going ice skating
[ snow angel ] sender and receiver making snow angels and having fun in the snow together
[ fireplace ] sender and receiver cuddling up in front of a fireplace
[ decorations ] sender and receiver decorate for the holidays together
[ cookies ] sender and receiver bake some cookies together
[ presents ] sender giving receiver their holiday present(s)
[ snowball ] sender throws a snowball at receiver
[ lights ] sender and receiver admire the lights together
[ tree ] sender and receiver pick out a christmas tree
[ secret santa ] receiver has to buy a secret santa gift for receiver
[ snowed in ] sender and receiver are snowed in together
[ sledding ] sender and receiver go sledding
[ traditions ] sender and receiver celebrate christmas / hanukkah together
[ snowman ] sender and receiver building a snowman
[ gingerbread ] sender and receiver make and decorate a gingerbread house
[ skiing ] sender and receiver go skiing
[ music ] sender catching receiver singing and dancing to christmas songs
[ caroling ] sender asking receiver to go caroling with them
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"Mhm.. wouldn't.. have it any other way."
Percy managed a drowsy response, complete with a sleepy yawn while he turned over to face the other, a soft smile on his face in reciprocation of the dorky grin he loved so much.
He would have anticipated a petting stroke along his skull, or sneaky digits down his spine to aid him in falling under, if Rory hadn't reached his touch limit for the time being.
Which was fine, it was clearly unnecessary, when he could barely keep his sockets open as it was.
He gave a humming affirmation of his partner's words, though most of the message was lost in translation, his focus beginning to wane and muffle as his dragging tire continued to batter at him.
He was stubborn though, he had a little more fight in him than the other did, when these roles were so frequently reversed. The thought made him distantly ponder whether he'd be joining him, once he'd finally succumbed.
His guess was acquiescent, especially since he'd been dragged out of bed early by Ace's distressed reaction to his nightmare.
He was stirred briefly from the light pressure of his partner's smooch to his skull, tipping his head back with a sleepy grin, and one socket partially open, telegraphing colored shapes of love, comfort, and trust.
"See you soon.. I love you.. both.. so.."-
"mmmm.....zz..zz.."
Softened voice trailed off without finishing the sentiment, replaced with the quiet breathing of slumber, his drained shard of a soul finally putting an end to his obstinate struggle to stay awake.
String wrapped digits kneaded a little at his partner's sleeve as he slept, skull half-pillowed by the thick, warm fabric, nestling more into the blanket that had been draped over him, his resting breaths even, and peaceful.
His gaze shifts down toward the other as his voice fills the quiet air again, and those soft, warming words are uttered.
‘The luckiest monster in the multiverse’, huh?
If nothing else, it was reassuring to hear the mushy words that, in his current state, he wished he could agree with. But that was his self-hatred crawling up from the depths and rearing its ugly head again.
“It seems only fair since you take care of us. That’s what partners are supposed to do, isn’t it?” He offers up a bit of a lopsided grin, and though the urge to run his fingers over the other’s skull is present, he knows that it’s not the wisest idea right now.
The itching sensation of his bones is at a tolerable level; it’s best not to agitate it further. That aforementioned feeling of ‘failure’ only provided more fuel to the fire of disdain toward himself.
Right now, thankfully, his mind was able to focus on just making sure that Percy got himself a proper rest. Though the silence of his other half was a bit concerning for the moment, it was something he could address later.
“Maybe we can make lunch together later, when you wake up. We could always take another crack at making the curry or something else. Whichever you’d like.”
Was he fully aware that his words might be falling on deaf ears as his partner fought to stay awake? Yes, but he could always give him a reminder once he’d awakened. And hopefully, in better condition.
That, and he still had more than one conversation to have with Ace that needed to be between them, as much as he would love to bring his partner into it as support.
This was something he had to do without aid.
But that could wait; right now, he merely allowed himself to give his partner a brief kiss to the skull and to pull the blanket from the back of the couch to drape over his curled form.
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&. 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( various fluffy dialogue prompts so soft, so sweet, just for you! )
❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜
❛ there it is, there’s that smile! ❜
❛ you got me flowers? ❜
❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜
❛ aw, did you miss me? ❜
❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜
❛ wait, you think i’m cute? ❜
❛ you’re not alone. you never were. ❜
❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜
❛ good morning, sleeping beauty. ❜
❛ it’s better with you here. ❜
❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜
❛ you’re welcome to stay, if you want. ❜
❛ don’t be a stranger, okay? ❜
❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜
❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜
❛ you can hold my hand, if you want. ❜
❛ i knew you would be here. ❜
❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜
❛ before you do anything, try this and tell me what you think. ❜
❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜
❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜
❛ what, am i not allowed to look at you? ❜
❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜
❛ is that my shirt? ❜
❛ this is a good look for you. ❜
❛ pinky promise? ❜
❛ c’mere, you. ❜
❛ honey, i’m home! ❜
❛ you remembered? ❜
❛ you’re my family too. ❜
❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜
❛ i’m here for you. don’t forget that. ❜
❛ you’re the only thing that matters. ❜
❛ was that your first kiss? ❜
❛ i was worried something happened to you. ❜
❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜
❛ relationships are built on trust, and i trust you. ❜
❛ you always see the good in people. even me. ❜
❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜
❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜
❛ thanks to you, i know what it means to love again. ❜
❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜
❛ i’m just glad you’re okay. ❜
❛ here we are, home sweet home. ❜
❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜
❛ seeing you happy is all that matters. ❜
❛ keep it. it looks better on you. ❜
❛ i couldn’t stop missing you if i tried. ❜
❛ you feel like home to me. ❜
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fluffy / reassuring sentences for your needs … sentence starters
“I’ll protect you.”
“I want you in my life.”
“You make me feel safe.”
“Thank you for loving me.”
“I’ve always believed in you.”
“You’re lovelier than you know.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”
“Your past mistakes are not who you are.”
“You make me want to be a better person.”
“You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for.”
“I’d travel a thousand miles to find you, again.”
“You’re one of the smartest people I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not going to leave your side until you’re better.”
“You taught me that it’s okay to trust people, again.”
“You don’t have to be scared anymore. You’re safe.”
“Don’t listen to what they say. You’re better than them.”
“You’re not a burden. Stop treating yourself like you are.”
“You deserve so much better than all you’ve been given.”
“I’ll always be right here for you, whenever you need me.”
“Hey, no, don’t beat yourself up. You just made a mistake.”
“I know you’re still healing, and I will do all I can to help you.”
“You’re always there for me, and I don’t know how to thank you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with looking after yourself. It’s not selfish.”
“They hurt you so much, didn’t they? I’ll never let them touch you, again.”
“Hey, don’t insult yourself. That’s my favorite person you’re talking about.”
“I can’t even remember the last time I let myself get so close to someone. Not until you.”
“No matter how much I try, there’s no way I could pay you back for all you’ve done for me.”
“Why do you assume you’re a problem for me? I chose to love you, and all that comes with that.”
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Percy was fading fast, and mostly oblivious to the worry that centered around him, that radiated off of his partner. Even if he wasn’t struggling to remain awake, he wouldn’t have been able to feel it, now that they weren’t in direct contact.
He could hear some of it in the tone of his voice, but chalked it up to residual worry from his recent meltdown. Nothing that required further discussion over.
He sleepily stretched out a little more without overlapping too much on Rory’s half of the shared couch, getting comfortable in his sprawled curl, and the pillow of the other’s sleeve beneath his cheek, with a bit of a smitten smile when his sentiment was returned.
It was silly how much hearing those words still made his sliver of a soul flutter. How it likely always would. While there were no lingering doubts, it was more reassuring than he’d ever admit, especially after all the trials and tribulations they’d had to push through, to get to where they were now.
And while the alternative had been unthinkable, he was still a little guilty for pressuring Rory in regard to Ace, even if ultimately the difficult decision had been made due to a factor completely out of his conscious control.
It still didn’t completely take away the sting of all their quarreling about it.. or the fact Rory had to share not only a body & mind with him, but.. him, as well.
While they could have gone a different route with their relationship, it would have been too difficult to exclude him. Even if they’d tried to put down that separation, he was just as bonded to Ace as he was to Rory, it would have hurt far too much to try and deny those feelings.
For those complex troubles and more besides.. it was comforting to hear, and to know - beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Rory still loved him.
And even more remedying was his placid admittance that Ace was Percy’s partner too, with an equal stake in his recovery process.
He yawned and half-opened his eyes to sleepily glance up to him, a faint tint of color to his cheekbones, and warmth in the moment bringing a soft smile.
“You both look after me so well. I’m.. the luckiest monster in the multiverse.. Mmn.. not going to say outcode. Nope. Not a broad enough comparison.. even if there’s thousands of us now, heh..”
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“I know, you’re right.. I’ll just have to hope the next time I can keep myself together. Just.. hope that they don’t get involved again.. doesn’t matter if it’s always the same.. recycled accusations.. never fails to break me..”
It was its own special brand of infuriating that that factor, was so wildly out of his control. No matter how hard he tried to wall himself off, the past always found the cracks in his defenses.
And not even a genuine past. Just the lonely fabrications that were the result of the deepest throes of his suicidal lunacy.
He’d given them the voices that they now used to rip him apart at his lowest.. he was the source of his own torment.
And yet.. he was powerless against it..
He shook himself out of the negative haze when the other confirmed his worries, pushing himself up just enough to roll off of his partner, still able to share the couch side by side, but no longer directly lying on him.
Now that he was laying on the couch itself, he came to the sleepy conclusion that in the midst of his meltdown, Ace had brought them both back home. It went to show how out of it he’d been, and still was, that he was only just realizing they were no longer in his ‘Sphere at all.
His eyes had begun to shut again when he felt the light pressure of his mate’s softened threads wrapping his hand, smiling sleepily at the warm glow of nostalgia the gesture coaxed from his tired soul.
He obviously had his preference, but this was more than enough when it was all Rory could manage. It reminded him of the beginning stages of their relationship, when he could only handle indirect touch in methods involving just contact with his threads. Just like this.
He pressed a kiss to the blue webbing, and closed his eyes fully, nestling a little into the sleeve of his hoodie as he lay beside him.
“I love you, Rory.. thank you.. for trusting Ace with me. I know it wasn’t easy.. to just spectate like that..”
‘They?’
Something about those thoughts that being called ‘they’ didn’t sit right with him. That kind of perception was just giving those thoughts more power. But he had to remember that during his partners time of isolation…..stuck in his own verse completely by himself with essentially carboard cut outs of whom were supposed to be his fellow companions…his family. He’d swam deep in the pool of insanity.
This seemed to be a remaining factor from that time. As much as referring to Percy as ‘insane’ felt gross in his mouth.
These attacks seemed to be growing more in frequency though….and that wasn’t a good thing.
Laying all of Ace’s cards on the table didn’t seem like a good idea right now. Not with how this morning had gone. That he was sure of.
“̲I̲ ̲l̲o̲v̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲t̲o̲o̲ ̲P̲e̲r̲c̲.̲”̲
Trust was not something that he gave easily. it didn’t particularly matter what the situation was, but when it came to people that he cared for…it was especially difficult.
Trusting himself was a whole matter in itself let alone trusting Ace, an extension of himself that felt like a stranger. He’d been put in a situation to either let that stranger in and tolerate him or continue to have conflict with his partner.
Which had been another ridiculously hard choice to make on his side of things.
He lets out a soft sigh and brings his arm down from his face, letting his gaze wonder up toward the ceiling with a slight puff to his cheek.
“̲H̲e̲’̲s̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲r̲ ̲p̲a̲r̲t̲n̲e̲r̲ ̲t̲o̲o̲.̲ ̲I̲f̲ ̲h̲e̲’̲s̲ ̲g̲o̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲n̲ ̲h̲e̲ ̲n̲e̲e̲d̲s̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲l̲e̲a̲r̲n̲ ̲h̲o̲w̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲h̲e̲l̲p̲ ̲w̲h̲e̲n̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲s̲e̲ ̲k̲i̲n̲d̲s̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲s̲ ̲h̲a̲p̲p̲e̲n̲.̲ ̲H̲e̲ ̲d̲i̲d̲n̲’̲t̲ ̲d̲o̲ ̲b̲a̲d̲,̲ ̲b̲u̲t̲ ̲I̲ ̲w̲a̲s̲n̲’̲t̲ ̲j̲u̲s̲t̲ ̲g̲o̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲s̲t̲a̲y̲ ̲p̲u̲t̲ ̲i̲n̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ ̲p̲a̲s̲s̲e̲n̲g̲e̲r̲ ̲s̲e̲a̲t̲ ̲e̲i̲t̲h̲e̲r̲.̲ ̲F̲i̲g̲u̲r̲e̲d̲ ̲t̲h̲a̲t̲ ̲h̲a̲v̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲t̲i̲m̲e̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲ ̲b̲o̲t̲h̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲u̲s̲ ̲w̲o̲u̲l̲d̲ ̲b̲e̲ ̲b̲e̲n̲e̲f̲i̲c̲i̲a̲l̲ ̲t̲o̲ ̲h̲e̲l̲p̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲c̲a̲l̲m̲ ̲d̲o̲w̲n̲ ̲f̲a̲s̲t̲e̲r̲.̲”̲
Was that completely true? No, but upon reflection of said situation later, the split time seemed to have aided in the melt down and recovery time. Now it had reached the ‘sleeping it off’ stage.
And after that was done, Percy could take them back to the sphere.
While he could make portals to leave it….he wasn’t able to re-enter the doodle sphere without Percy. That was still his private exclusive space. Which meant that without it’s creator, it would keep him out like any secure and stable verse would.
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He started in on his own meal, assuming that conversation would be limited now that the outlier had began shoveling his food down with gusto, not just due to hunger, but due to the limited time usage of his utensils.
He hoped that someday he'd discover some kind of alloy that could stand up to Noctis's corrosion and decay, so he could recreate it to make more durable dinnerware for his personal use.
He knew he didn't care one way or another, especially since he just turned the corroded silverware into an additional snack - but maybe it'd feel nice to own something that would actually last, when he did feel like eating in a more normalized way.
It was likely a silly idea, as most of his tended to be, but it was a budding goal nonetheless, one he still hoped was possible.
He was surprised when the smoking spoon was suddenly pointing at him, and even more baffled when Noctis deigned to elaborate his point.
In the middle of his meal..
And.. a vague, misdirected indication of worry, and attachment enough to tell out an imposter that could shapeshift?
He wouldn't call him on it, it was enough just to know. Percy had been reading between the lines to determine the true intent of the antisocial and emotionally-constipated individuals in his life for decades now. That smoking gu- err.. spoon, of sentiment certainly wasn't getting past him.
"Apologies for that, doesn't happen near as often, but.. kind of a doozy for everyone in different ways, I guess. I'll continue to work at it, try to keep the sour away from you, at the least. I don't like making things more difficult for you to maintain.. accident or no."
He speared a chunk of meat to pop into his mouth, face still betraying nothing other than the gleeful change of his eyelight colors and shapes, though his leg was lightly kicking in a happy stim from his chair.
"As for an imposter outcode? It's not.. impossible. But maybe give Rory the chance to interrogate them before eating them. Even if I wasn't in potential trouble.. I'd be curious to know why they'd go to those lengths to try and impersonate me. Wouldn't you?"
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Well he.. couldn’t really argue that point at all now, could he?
He hadn’t expected that blatant remark from the other toward his character but, it wasn’t a negative viewpoint either. Honestly, it was probably the closest to an indirect compliment that he’d ever received from Noctis.
On top of that, he’d ceased eating the dinnerware and was using his utensils as they were intended, looking quite content in doing so.
Pinch him, because he must be dreaming.
Picking up his own fork and knife, he cut his meat into more manageable chunks, unable to help an amused snicker from the other’s concluding comment, reaching for and taking a measured sip from his still-steaming tea cup.
“I’ll have to keep that in mind. I’d hate to revert back to my former mindset and get eaten. Not that I.. ever plan on it. So, I think I’m safe, heh.”
The nature of his existence was that most everything he touched either died or dissolved into useless scrap. This meant that using the utensils was something of a race against time before the stabbing or scooping instrument clattered to the tabletop in two little heaps of smoking metal. It would also stink.
To save himself the weird-ass smell, he’d just swallow the thing when it felt just about useless in his hand. There were back-ups around his plate, because his warden’s were weird about giving him options, even though most of the time he didn’t like to bother with them.
Pausing in shoveling food down his ‘throat’, he squints at Percy and points the spoon at him.
“wasn’t what i meant. keep that out of here, though. the last time your sour-apple feelings slapped me in the face, i couldn’t get my form to settle for way to fucking long.”
He shovels some more food down before throwing the near-useless spoon down the hatch, teeth snapping shut in a slightly sharp grin.
“meant that, if some outcode with, i don’t know, shapeshifting tried to sneak in, i’d smell the difference, and eat them. simple.”
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